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Post by Colbie wood on Apr 30, 2008 11:40:57 GMT -5
Colbie walked out on the Quidditch pitch, with nothing to do in mind. All she knew, is that she loved being on the pitch. Her father had taught her to fall in love with the sport, and that's what she did. She was a chaser, and she loved just fooling around, but being good at the game too. She hoped that she would become the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team in her seventh year, but she had to wait for that dream to come true.
Colbie walked over to the goalposts, and slid down to the ground, resting her back on the goalpost. She looked around the pitch, remembering all the memories she had on it. When she first got on the pitch, it was the best day of her life. Her father always said that it was the best time of his life on the Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch, but she didn't know how much it really meant to someone, who spent their whole life playing Quidditch. But now she knew how it felt.
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